shoes!

Shoes. I want to marry my shoes. Not all of them; just these (I have them in black patent, and they did not cost that much). They're my favorite pair this spring, with their girlish shinyness and the red insteps.

I love shoes. Not in a itty spikey little $400 a pair way. I mean. I do wear heels of various heights and types, but comfort is equally important to me as the artistry of shoeness. I wear neither ugly nor painful shoes, and choose them for personality or the feeling that they communicate (to me) more than anything. My favorite shoes ever are still my pink and black kitty shoes. Who could not love them?

So, yes, shoes are my big shopping thing. Shoes are the reason I've bought (I'm so embarrassed to say this) a Lucky magazine on the occasional sick day. [A point in favor of that magazine, though - at least it doesn't lie to you; it's clearly designed solely to sell you stuff and doesn't both with pseudo-editorializing.]

This sheer sculptural variety of shoes, this idea that shoes have personality - and of course, the high heel - exists only for women. Is it then sexist to be a connossieur of shoes?

( more on shoes and sexism )

As with anything else labeled "feminine" or "masculine", shoes are something of a loaded choice.

the luxury meme

This rather goes along with my earlier post about shoes.

( luxury meme )